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posted by Will_NolanLover
All copie rights go to Stephine M. about some parts. The Walterman's and Maggie are my Friends name's! so please put positive comment's not negitive! OK!!! Here it is!

Ch.1
The Lunch
Once upon a time, there once was a girl named Maggie. Maggie was a princess in the kingdom of Atlantis, not the underwater one. Well Maggie has a little anger issue, so when she gets angry, she goes for a walk in the garden. When Princess Maggie goes for her walk she always sees the man she loves, Prince Edward. Prince Edward, to her, is a loving, kind, gentle, handsome man. He is ever so kind to the animals; and the Haiwan are kind to him. Secretly he wanted her as well.
When Princess Maggie was sad, she would stay in her room; if Maggie would not come to the garden, he would know what was going on, she was tired, depressed, atau sad.
One hari there was a knock on her door; it was her father, King Steven. When the King came in Maggie berkata “What are anda doing here?”
He replied “We have new neighbors. They are the Walterman’s.”
“Oh, Yipey!” Maggie berkata sarcastically.
“Hey, they’re royalty; just like us,” berkata the King. “We’ll be having lunch with them, tomorrow at Noon. anda have to be there; wear your best cloths,” berkata the King. When the King left, Maggie lay on her katil and her mood was annoyed. In her mind she thought “I don’t wanna go. But I have to. Dad is counting on me. But I won’t be able to see Prince Edward. Uhhhhhhhhh! Why do I have to make so many choices!?”
Then the Princess got up to get her cloak; she went outside to the garden, she saw Edward, he was picking a flower. Princess Maggie went over to him and said, “Hey Edward, what are anda doing?”
Then Prince Edward gave her a bunga and said, “This is for you.”
Princess Maggie took it, “Thank you, thank anda very much,” she berkata and blushed.
“So, when will anda come out tomorrow?” berkata Edward.
“Oh, I have to meet with this new royal family tomorrow for lunch,” berkata Princess Maggie. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s ok, I’ll go with you.”
“Are anda sure anda want to go? It’s only just for lunch, it won’t be any fun. I’d rather be her in my bunga garden.”
“I’m sure. It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
“Ok,” berkata Maggie. “The lunch is at high Noon.”
“Ok I’ll see anda there. Is it that new istana, castle across from the bog?”
“Why, yes, yes it is. anda are very clever Edward.”
“No, not really. I’m failing manners right now,” Edward replied.
“How can anda fail manners? All anda do is this ‘Please sir, pass jem and crumpets,’ fairly easy.”
“It’s not when your me. I have a lot of “adrenalin rushes” these days.”
“Why’d anda put Petikan around adrenalin rushes?”
“Air Petikan are cool.”
“Ya, they are cool, aren’t they.”
“What time is it?” asked Edward.
“It’s Three thirty. Why?”
“I need to be utama at four o’clock, ‘or else something bad will happen to your room’”
“LOL! atau something bad will happen to your room.”
“Ya, mom’s these days. Why can’t they be like ‘Here’s your chores for the day, go do them now!’ That kind of mom.”
“Ya, I wish so too. What do anda think will happen to your room?”
“Oh I think she’ll turn into a spa atau something girly like that.”
“My thoughts exactly. So what anda wanna talk ‘bout?”
“Hmmm. What anda think the lunch is about.”
“Sure,” berkata Princess Maggie.
Before Edward could speak they heard someone saying, “Hello! Anyone out here!” The voice was unfamiliar. The person came closer they saw a young boy about 4’ 7”. Light brown skin and glasses. He came closer and said, “Hey guys! My name is Prince Kyle Walterman! My twin brother, Prince Bret Walterman, ditched me. He’s failing manners sejak the way.”
Edward looked over at Maggie with a smirk on his face. “Oh shut up!” she said. “By the way my name is Princess Maggie. We were going to meet tomorrow but here we are!” And they shock hands.
“Pleasure to meet you,” berkata Kyle.
“And I am Prince Edward. We were going to meet anda tomorrow too.”
“Excellent! We will meet again, and if anda see a person that looks like me but no glasses that’s my twin brother,” berkata Kyle. “Well I better get back ‘or else something bad might happen to your room!’”
Another smirk from Edward. “SHUT UP!” berkata Maggie. “We’ll see anda tomorrow.”
“Bye,” berkata Edward, and Kyle left. “I wonder what’s going to happen at the lunch tomorrow. Oh well I have to get going. Bye Maggie!” Then Edward left.
“Bye!” berkata Maggie waving after him. Then Maggie went back to her room and lay down on her bed. She decided to get out Nintendo DS. She played it until her mom called down for dinner.



Ch. 2
The note on the chair
When Princess Maggie woke up, she looked at the clock and said, “Oh, it’s only Ten thirty. TEN THIRTY! She ran to take a shower. After her pancuran, pancuran mandian she looked at the clock fifteen minit to eleven. “Ahhh!” She ran to get dressed and brushed her hair, and she ran down stairs in the nick of time.
“Ok, good. You’re ready. Let us go!” berkata the king. So they left.

Once they got to the royal palace of the Walterman’s, Maggie saw Edward and she walked over to him and said, “Did anda see Kyle atau his brother?”
“No, I haven’t. But I did see their littlest brother Ryan and his littlest sister Jamie.”
“Ok, I’m going to find my chair and have something to eat.”
“Ok I’ll see anda later,” berkata Edward.
When Maggie found her chair she saw a note on it. “Huh, what’s this?” she asked herself. She opened it up and read-
Dear Princess Maggie,
It was a pleasure seeing you. I hope I will see anda once lebih before this night end. anda are very beautiful; your hair as red as the api, kebakaran that burns of my Cinta for you. Your blue eyes sparkle like the ocean when sun set comes round. Your freckles on your face remind me of cinnamon sprinkled on cinnamon toast, my fave.
Cinta forever,
Your Secret Admirer.
“Hmmm. Wonder who this is from. I’ll ask Edward.” She set of to find Edward. She looked everywhere to find him and found him in the least expected place his seat.
Ladies and gentlemen, writers of all ages (especially teens/preteens) and species (except mosquitoes), welcome! I'm bored, have a writer's block made of concrete and am feeling particularly resentful towards the curse known as textese/chatspeak. (Seriously, whatever happened to good ol' morse code?) So I decided the best way to give my Penulisan a rest is to help out with yours! Aren't I generous? :)

Before I begin, I'd like to point out that I am not an expert sejak any means. I'm not a Penulisan guru atau a master advice-giver-person. I am simply a fellow writer who wants to pass on what she's learned;...
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posted by Whiskey37
Jake wanted his dad to be proud of him.
He knew his dad was interested in wars.
'Why?' Jake wanted to know.
'Wars shape the world,' his dad said. 'If anda have a knowledge of past wars, anda can better understand current politics.'
Jake didn't really know what his dad meant.
'I get it,' he said.
'Clever boy.' His dad smiled and ruffled his hair.
Jake felt six feet tall.

Jake couldn't wait to tell his dad about his new school project.
'Guess what,' he said, as soon as his dad got in the door.
His dad looked at Jake. 'What?'
'We have to do a big project at school,' Jake said. 'We have to choose...
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My first kiss, here it is, the man of my dreams, together we are combined, lips entwined, hands joined, the feeling makes me overjoyed. His arms wrapped around me as he continues to Ciuman my lips,my arms in response to his, alih around his neck. Holding him,beckoning him to come closer.

Our lips still flowing, we slide to the ground, his body on bahagian, atas of mine,holding me, caressing me. Stopping to take a breath, he whispers " Your a good kisser anda know?".he chuckled as he brushed my hair with his fingers.

My cheeks flush red "no" i smile " but i do now" i pull him down, pressing my lips to his,...
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posted by babina
recap:

I had a feeling that that was some kind of signal and that they might be tricking me but what were am i going to do.I didn't know in the first place if i was planning to walk over, take her sejak the hand and walk her away atau if the Qsix were the ones who were gonna walk away, all knew was that i just wanted to tell them to leave her alone.
But i had no other option of what to do so i started walking over to where she was standing planing to take her away, but as i took the fourth step, one of the Qsix guys pushed a book bag that was on the floor in my way. Before i saw it i was on the ground...
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added by whitelion
love, a word that can bring much joy atau much pain
it can put the hati, tengah-tengah at ease atau under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke

a feeling unlike any other i felt
as anda heavenly eyes made my hati, tengah-tengah melt
anda were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw anda in Cinta i fell

the words to describe anda a poet can never posses
anda were always the one that was hard to impress
anda wanted lebih than puisi and Bunga could give
because only on true Cinta your hati, tengah-tengah could live

to capture my hati, tengah-tengah for anda it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look
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posted by harold
The penulis considered. Then the penulis wrote:

Two opposites sat on a park bench

The penulis deleted

eating their curds and whey

as soon as it was typed, and replaced it with

and one wanted the other to leave.

The critic noted "That's really not very specific, is it? Two 'opposites'? Come on, you're going to have to be lebih specific than that."

The penulis considered. Then the penulis wrote:

The Republican sat down seterusnya to the Democrat on the park bench

and nodded, satisfied. The critic clucked his tongue. "Welll...it's not exactly original, is it? And how different are they, really? Honestly, anda couldn't...
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posted by axlluver43
A place I once trusted
A place I once believed in
A place I once loved
A place I once missed
Is coved under a Masquerade
Of misery and pain
The blue in the sky is now a shade
I feel like all this time was a game
A game of sham
A game of backstabbing
A game of war
A game of fate
I feel trapped in a box
Crammed in and lonely
With nothing but locks
With no key so that it can hold me
A box of lies
A box of fear
A box of loneliness
A box of weakness
I always have a word on mind
Just a few words long
To me it seems so thoughtful and kind
To me free it isn't a dance atau song
Free as the wind
Free as a bird
Free as an Angel
Free as a shooting bintang
The feeling will come to me
But not right now
I hope my soul can soon be free
So then I can take my final bow
posted by TDIlover226
I watched from around the corner as the little puppy, so curious with it's ways, was snooping around seeing what was in this big old house. He sniffed around, ears drooping to the floor, sliding in a pantas, swift path. That little puppy, I had just gotten from the pound, I still couldn't think of a name for the curious puppy. Just as I thought to leave, something about the pup caught my eye, he had stopped in his tracks, staring at something that I couldn't see. That was when I knew exsactly what he was staring at, my old cat. Sapphire was her name, she was a grumpy old cat, I wasn't sure what to...
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posted by ToEkNeE
I woke up as usual. But there was something about today that was going to change. Unusual. I stumbled out of bed, opening my eyes to darkness. I wouldn't need to expect sunlight just yet. I clumsily found my way to the bathroom to take my shower.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp...
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i awoke pain everywhere it felt like my skin was melting but yet i did not scream traing kicked in and i found my black armoar to any normal sentient bieng it would be like an anchor but i am not normal am i after that i grabbed my weapons the first was a set of 2 curved assian knifes curved and made for my hands saat standard ar senapang it had no scope only sights all i needed to kill at 100 yards third a shotgun normal used in swat teams tactical 12 guage shot gun pam action forth 44mm glock i holousterd it and my knifes my knifes at arm length pistol on my hip then an explosion rocked my...
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added by whitelion
Young and fresh and shining bright
Filled with wonder and delight
I see beauty, hari and night
I am young enough

Whether it's Real atau just Pretend
Possibilities have no end
There could be magic, 'round the bend
I am young enough

Dolls can alih when I'm asleep
They come to life while I count sheep
And freeze whene'er I dare to peep
I am young enough

Book-friends all come out to play
My katil becomes a magic sleigh
Imagination rules the day
I am young enough

The sky can cry a lot of tears
The trees tell secrets; can't anda hear?
The world's alive: to me that's clear
I am young enough

Grownups say the queerest words
Have...
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope anda enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
atau failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the jawapan once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
posted by Cinders
I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that puisi as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read sejak the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because sejak that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the huraian of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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